Welcome to Neopet.
I like your title, it catches interest.
Your language use lacks prosody. I find little in the way of meter, cadence, or flow.
I do like the theme, and the locale of the event. Christmas can be a very bitter, lonely time for millions of us, and even in the lack of anything poetic, these emotions, and hope, come through strong.
The beginning is a little weak, but you have a strong ending.
Is the internal logic consistent? Yes it is, once one looks beyond the poem's limitations to its meaning.

Here. I don't normally do this, but I truly do believe that this has much potential;

This is what they call flu season?
Bug season, fly season?
I wish it could be 'let go' season
Or even better, spring,

a time when I can stop pretending,
stop being someone I am not,
just stop,
and ask myself why?

why am I here?
am I a big bang creation of god,
or just a product of my parents?

I didn't do something stupid
when I had no cons,
just pro's to what I was doing:

Instead, I put down the weapon
and told myself
I would make my life
worth something, one day.

That was Christmas, Hanukkah,
But I call it 'don't do it season', now.
For I learned a lesson then,
Enough to make my life
Worth living,
And show me what
The seasons truly are.

Given some time and thought, this little piece of self-examination will become something really good. It already has power, for those who sift through it, and thus has great potential, so please, try writing it again, I would love to see where you take it.

Yes, it is not that good.
But it can be.

New faces are always welcome and I think you will find a friendly home here for budding poets of all types. I for instance, am a rhymer. What do I call Spring? The wow season. Everything is bright, new and fresh. I asked some of those questions myself as a teenager (I am now 65) but there were no answers then and I don't think you will find them now.
Take my coward's hand
the hero sadly said,
life is for the living
leave worry to the dead.